life so hard lyrics – 2pac

ma-ah-an, it ain’t easy
they got me goin cold-hearted
probation, violation, incarceration
frustration, you know
f*ck that, n*gg* d*mn near bouts to start basin
it’s hard! hard on a n*gg*
hard on a n*gg* (yeah it is, yeah it is)
[whispered] kill kill kill, murder murder murder
watch out n*gg*!

[chorus: x2]
now tell me do you see
life’s so hard on a n*gg* when you livin like a g
[chorus x2 throughout: tupac]
daz in this motherf*cker
alright bwoy, drop that sh*t
wh*ssup man? always listen to that sh*t?
that ole criminal sh*t? peep game n*gg*, peep game, feel me

[verse 1:]
travel through my mind am i blind it’s a shame
young n*gg*z gettin murdered straight took out the game
as i sit here puffin on a cigarette
gotta be ready, never know who’s plottin on a n*gg*z death
these are the rough times, best to hurry up
and duck muhf*cker ‘fore i buck mine
it’s gettin crazy and everybody’s strapped
surrounded by n*gg*z but nam motherf*cker down to watch my back
these are the b*tch made n*gg*z, you been played n*gg*
while you starvin and broke they pullin six figures
oooh, what can you do
when you can’t trust your crew, time to bust out the twenty-two
boo-yaow! ran out of weed, so i’m sippin
on this hennesey, tell me, do you feel me?
heyyy, i have no remorse
as i take another sip of my liquor and spit my sick thoughts, oooh


[verse 2:]
thuggin to the fullest, got my strap, i’m a pull it
on the first muhf*cker that can outrun a bullet
these some thug life n*gg*z, them done like triggers
got these punk wannabes and they jockin like b*tches
now my riches is gettin hoe-zone, it’s on
f*ck a mystery, do you wanna get with me, then let’s bone
i’m a take her to my hideout, cause i’m smokin that spinach
and stayin strong to the finish and then i ride out
see you on the freeway, sorry baby
but i gotta call my homey see what he say
i ain’t got no time, i gotta get mine
i keep my mind on my loot, i’ll shoot everytime
and ain’t no way i’m a let b*tch made n*gg* worry me
catch me slippin, empty the clip and bury me
h*ll nah n*gg* have to plug me twice
ain’t no slippin when you thug for life, motherf*cker can you see?

[chorus x2]

[verse 3:]
never bow down let these other b*tches crawl
i’m a thug motherf*cker and these thugs only ball
ain’t no half steppin here, from the cradle to the grave
i’m a muhf*ckin fool, but i choose to get paid
now my pockets gettin empty, and i’m panicked in a fright
me and my b*tch named nina are fiendin tonight
ain’t n*body livin safe, got a glock, and i’m stressin
all i want is my muhf*ckin money, ain’t no question
don’t try to stall little trick, cause we hit
so bring in the scissors and get to clippin that d*ck
i’d rather die young than die old and broke
that’s why i stay drunk, and i constantly smoke
my memories as a youngsta, hangin with the homies
but now i’m doin bad and them b*tches don’t know me (who? who?)
but playa haters can’t fade me (why?)
cause this is thug life n*gg* and we’re crazy, tell me do you see?

[chorus x2]

[verse 4:]
yeah, constantly runnin from danger ain’t no stranger to cop cars
gettin arrested and tested wearin a vest and don’t drop my guards
my life is hectic my homies send mail from jail
n*gg*z in h*ll got some horrible stories to tell
i’m catchin cases and still tryin to stack a grip
the irs is tryin to stress off a n*gg*z sh*t
a young n*gg* never had a prayer to prevail
and all my peers doin years locked up in jail
what can i do, stay strapped, get a bigger crew
and creep around with them dogg pound n*gg*z too
and now we rich ain’t no b*tch than can touch us
and it’s a trip, how we clown, when we f*ck sl*ts
bust nuts then i cut, that’s my new thang
and motherf*ckers got on do-rags

[chorus x2]

can i get paid, can i get paid, can i motherf*ckin get paid
n*gg* can work for his money all motherf*ckin day and
still never see a piece of it, you understand me?
it’s not about the nice guy
it’s bout the hardworkin motherf*ckin thug n*gg*
if you ain’t a thug n*gg*, you ain’t really doin nothin
[chorus repeats in background]
you ain’t really makin nothin
these motherf*ckin po-po’s and these pink folks
got it all locked up for us to fail
see how they did o.j., and they doin n*gg*z like that all day
so if you don’t watch your motherf*ckin stack
believe me, this could be your last breath…

[chorus x2: to fade]

/ 2pac lyrics